I'm drumming my fingers
on the outside of the car.
Keep your hands busy, Charlie.
Don't let them wander across
the space between your seat and hers.
You've got this smile
poised on your lips
like a mousetrap.
Tense with hesitation
and a million neurons
firing thoughts through your head
that I'll never get to know.
Light up that cigarette, Charlie.
Keep those hands busy.
Let your eyes wander.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
I'm drumming my fingers
on the outside of the car.
Keep your hands busy, Charlie.
Don't let them wander across
the space between your seat and hers.
You've got this smile
poised on your lips
like a mousetrap.
Tense with hesitation
and a million neurons
firing thoughts through your head
that I'll never get to know.
Light up that cigarette, Charlie.
Keep those hands busy.
Let your eyes wander.
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